The messenger laughs. A low, smooth thing; heavy velvet. It could have been comforting if it weren't for the nearly-nonexistant light of the street that still managed to reveal perfect red irises.

"And you never will."

The message is this: never return to Volterra, Carlisle Cullen. You left of your own accord after you started to become noticed. You made yourself disappear. You would do well to remember why that had been necessary.

They would like to be saved from the circumstance of killing you. Though if you continue to find such talents...

Before Carlisle can react: Yes, we've seen your boy's gift. Now that there is a second, who knows what they might bring?